These Tears

These tears are for one who never sees the sun.
Who sits alone in emptiness whose battle’s yet to be won.
And whose heart is as big as the open sky.
Though alone he may sit, he never asks why.
These tears ate for one who can’t hear the laughter of her child.
Who watches and stares but is so meek and mild.
She can’t hear how the day was at school.
As the child tells how he was made a fool.
But she gives a warm embrace to let him know it’s all okay.
And gives him love he knows will never go away.
These tears are for one that can not feel the touch of a hand.
Who will never get to grow up and none can understand.
Whose life ended before it could start.
But he’s always in our heart.
These tears are for one who has gone far away.
Who off to war he’s gone to fight for the right come what may.
His spirit is strong and fights hard and long.
But believes he’s fighting to help correct the wrong.
These tears are for one who left too soon.
Who will never know the feeling of jumping over the moon.
Whose smile was always big and bright.
But how she was taken by a sleepy driver that night.
These tears are not always for sorrow.
All these tears are for a better tomorrow.